“Eighty years later he could still recall with the young pang of the original joy his falling in love with Ada. At ninety-four he liked retracing that first amorous summer not as a dream he had just had but as a recapitulation of consciousness to sustain him in the small gray hours between shallow sl…”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.com
“What sustains us, if not the mysterious ray of light which sometimes flashes through the inner wilderness? People wish to speak, however imperfectly, of that which to them is more than human.”— Ernst Jünger, amazon.com